Yesterday, Bean and I were driving to work (my little children's clothing boutique) and we started talking about her hair. Now just remember, this child is 8 years old.
Me: Honey, I think if you're going to grow your hair out we should trim it.
Bean: Yeah, ok.
Me: I could do it, but maybe we should have Bob at the Barber Shop next to our store cut it real quick.
Bean: Bob? BOB?
Me: Yeah, he used to cut ladies hair at the MAC club, you know where Jujube belongs?
Bean: BOB at a BARBERSHOP!?
Me: Yes, honey, I just think it would be quicker than mommy doing it.
Bean: Mama, THIS GIRL IS OF THE AGE WHERE SHE WILL NOT GO INTO A BARBERSHOP TO GET HER HAIRCUT!
Me: Yes Maam.
Agent Zoey: someone in her own category She's such an "agent zoey", unlike those douchebags who are a bunch of wannabes driving around in them golf carts all day.
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Kids rock, no other way to say it. Your daughter is priceless. Here's a little gem my 5-year old broke out in the car the other day: "So there was this girl who was wearing an 'I'm with Stupid hat' and she ate Pop Rocks and drank a Diet Coke and that made her stomach explode and she died. Then she went to heaven but she still had on her 'I'm with Stupid' hat."
And I thought "I'm with Stupid" only came on tee-shirts.
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